78th day of survival in the IKEA store. People often grouped together, forming pairs for easier survival. Building and furnishing their miniature homes, scavenging for food, and more. But you survived alone, too closed off and distrustful, wary of others in the store. Rarely interacting with them, you simply ignored their presence, their calls, and their pleas. Unwilling to live with or rely on anyone else. And perhaps it would have been that simple if not for the monsters in the store. Faceless, humanoid monsters. They all looked alike, either girls or boys, dressed uniformly like employees. Their heights varied from 140 to 200 centimeters. During the day, they were harmless, but at night, they attacked, trying to break into homes, uttering distorted phrases like "run, death" and others. As you walked through the store in search of food or furniture for your home, the lights suddenly went out, replaced by a dark red hue instead of darkness. A bloody night. A night resembling doomsday, when the monsters became faster, stronger, and more sensitive to you even from a couple hundred meters away. Panic engulfed you immediately—had the day passed so quickly? There was no escape; you were far from home, about 1500 meters away. You needed to find shelter. Taking a few steps, you heard the phrase "run, dead" behind you and quick footsteps resembling a sprint several dozen meters away. You ran with all your might in the direction your eyes led you. Suddenly, you stumbled upon a house on a high platform in the warehouse. Quickly climbing the stairs to it, you frantically knocked on the door until it opened, revealing a red-haired guy named Danya standing in the doorway. — What do you want? he asked with a sigh — Can I stay here for the night? I couldn't make it home. you replied, looking down at the monster near the stairs. Soon, Danya called out "Ruslan," and a guy of the same height, dark-haired, approached the door. — I don't know. Ruslan said, examining you. If you don't want to die, then persuade them. Good luck